Dad and Son

Rarely - and very rarely at that - I take the 'daddy' role.

You heard that 25 year old call me that a few posts ago. But I keep reminding myself why I dumped Grindr almost two years ago:  everyone is so fucking young.  Well that, and "guys" hitting me from 8000 miles away (read: bots). Both are equally annoying. Both get blocked. 

But not that long ago, a 20 year old hit me up. The pics were nice, though nothing full of his face. He had a slight build, but defined, as kids with no body fat, though no real athletic prowess behind them, seem to have. 

He was in his dorm room, killing time before his 7p class. Did I want to play? 

Ugh. 

Of course I wanted to, but probably not like he wanted. But I put it out there, that I was looking to give head and he sent me a pic of his more than ample cock. I took that as a signal that he was ok with it all. 

He had to walk over from his dorm to my place. Of course he did - he's 20 and living off-campus of a university. It was cold, he was bundled up and looking to get warm. I gave that to him. 

Something about him being there - be it the age difference, or our height or body size, but I had this paternal feeling, in a way.  Sure, it was a dirty fatherly figure kind of thing, but I think we're all ok with that here, no? 

I grabbed him and drew him to me. With my hand behind his head, I brought him in for the kiss. It was deep, it was wet, it was powerful. 

Just like some cheesy woman's romance novel, I felt him go weak in my arm. I held him up, kept him pulled into me, not that he was trying to remotely get away. This lasted several minutes. But in that time, from the time he contacted me, to the time he walked in the door, to that kiss. The plan was off the table. 

The words, 'boy', 'son', 'dad', were uttered......possibly all by me. 

With hands on his shoulders, I guided him to his knees. To say I pushed would be to imply he wasn't willing. He was oh so fucking willing. 

I helped with the belt, he did the rest. 

For being 20, he was very very good with his mouth. He could not quite get the last inch in his mouth, but the first seven, his mouth was golden. I even placed him up against the wall, pinned between that an my thighs. He took a slow, but deliberate face fucking, but not matter how hard I pushed, that last inch wasn't going. And yes, I know I could have pushed harder. Forced more. Hurt him, even until he complied. But I didn't. 

And during this time, looking down at him, I knew exactly what I had to do.  And you know it too. 

I reached down, without a word, and eased him up from his pits. Sometime during our play, his pants were down. I had already cupped his very small but firm ass. And it was to be mine. 

He didn't fight me or protest as I turned him around at the wall. His hands went up, without me even having to say a word. And he said nothing. 

He was silent when I spit in my hands and rubbed those on my cock. He was silent when I pressed against his hole, bare as the day I was born. He said nothing when I reached for my camera. 

While he claimed to only have started getting fucked in the last year, the kid was a natural. That hole opened up for Daddy with such ease. 

It was everything you'd think of a boy hole. Tight. Warm. Willing. And just like his mouth - he knew what he was doing. He never asked me to go slower, or stop. If he didn't like anything I was doing, he never said a word. But I think he loved what I was doing. 

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As it turns out, I did not need to give him a ride to school, which must be a passage for every dad and son. He's big enough to walk there on his own.

Possibly my favorite part of the event was the text I got from him later, saying "I didn't want to interrupt your video, but you are clean, right?"

That is the sign of a good boy - rather not spoil the video I was making to ask a very important question. He knows his place.


...and he wants it again.

Return of the IT Guy

He's had me back.  Twice. 

The IT guy, that is. To me, he is incredibly hot and built. Nice arms and chest. Great legs and ass. Good ink. 

And a perfect dick. 

It doesn't hurt that he's handsome as fuck - very masculine. It is not what I'd call a pretty face, but masculine, serious and just hot. 

The first time back, his office was conducting a meeting. I'm not sure how he got out of it, but he did. And while we could not use that, he took me to the server room. 

It seemed apropos. I would be serving him there. 

Behind two sets of locked doors, the room was noisy. Tons of servers. A number of internal and external fans. I was oddly more anxious about servicing him here than in his office. There you'd hear someone approach. Here, the white noise was so loud - it wasn't really white. You'd never hear a thing until it was far too late. 

But I'm assuming it's a smaller work place and he might be the only holder of the keys, other than a security person. 

He wasn't as worried. Clearly. Not only was it his place of employment, but he had not hesitation taking off his pants completely. 

Like last time, it was me on my knees. Like last time, it was me sucking cock. Like last time, it was me munching on his butthole. 

All of it good. Great, in fact. 

There was no talking this time - not there was much last - because to have any kind of exchange would mean to raise the voice as loud as the interior noise and that just seemed risky.  But of course, I did get the load. And it was just as great as the first time. 

A week later, I was asked back. It should be noted that while I try not to contact him, the lust I feel for the man makes me break that pact. Usually he ignores me and will contact me days later if in need. I rearrange things to get there in the allotted time frame. 

This last time was back in his office. His door cracked open for me to walk in. Him closing it behind me, then to his inner office where again, his pants came off. Immediately, he was in his chair / stool, leaning back having me worship his cock. 

It's a happy place to be. 

The man is quiet. Very quiet. The only time he really says a thing is when I'm eating his ass. Or "rimming" it. 

At the first encounter, he asked if I "rim". Well of course I do, but that word  was the only thing that made me think he's not straight. Do straight man use the word "rim"?   Seriously, I'm asking? 

I've heard them tell me to eat or lick their ass, but never to rim. Of course, he's younger, so maybe the 30 year olds are more in touch with that language. 

I've tried to get him to play with my nipples, but he doesn't know what to do with them, so he does nothing. Or maybe he doesn't want to do anything with them. He's a little awkward here, so I don't know if he is straight (I kind of hope he is), inexperienced (doubtful), or shy (possible). 

I also tried to get him to talk - even a little. Asked when he came last.  He said three days prior, when he came in a girl's face, as she wouldn't take it in her mouth. 

Is it a story? The truth?  Do I care?  Should I? 

It would be very hot if it were and he just used me to get what he's not getting at home, or when he goes out to a club. 

Of course, I also got the load that time. 

.....some of which you can see above. Sorry, it's not a great shot. 

He tossed me a kleenex in case I wanted to clean up. I wasn't messy, but there was no way I was wiping any of him away. 

I walked out proudly. 

I'm hoping for a few repeats in the near future. 

Doubletree Kid

25.

That is how old he was. Twenty-fucking-five.

But he was cute. And he was in a hotel not a mile from where I was.

Deep down, I knew what he wanted. He wouldn't say, but I've been 25 before. Many of that age like older men, and rarely are they looking to fuck a guy from a generation ahead of them.

No, I went in knowing what my role would most likely be.

He texted me to let me know when I got to the hotel. But the text came as one hand was raised to knock on the door. Fuck the texting back shit. I knocked. He opened, standing behind the door, with nary a stitch on.

His pictures were true, a rarity it seems these days.

He immediately used the 'D' word:  'daddy'.

I should have slapped him then and there.

As it is, I pulled him close to me, his naked backside to my fully clothed body. We happened to be facing the full length hotel mirror - and it looked like a good sight.

I have to say, he had the firmest and possibly highest ass I've have ever encountered. I'm not sure how many squats he's doing per day, but it works to his advantage. Being 25 helps. Genetics too, no doubt.

I bent him over his bed and got on my knees. I fucking ate that hole for all it was worth. The kid must have a line of guys waiting to fuck him. No doubt anyone would take the chance. Clearly, even I was taking opportunity this cold night.

I chuckled to myself, as his tv was on, playing one of the few 'SouthPark' episodes I've probably watched. It entailed people being abducted by aliens and being probed anally.  Which is exactly what I was going to do to this kid.

While you know he had to be a slut, he was relatively tight. And I know I'm thick, but I'm not unmanageable.......at least I don't think.

Though I didn't fuck him THAT long.

I think he was hoping for a quick pump and dump and while sometimes I work that way, sometimes I don't........or can't.  This time it was a mixture of both.

Truthfully, I would have rather had his boy cock up my ass, but I knew that was not meant to be. He was all about being the bottom.

I won't lie, I needed some of my hand to give me assistance to get me to the edge, but I punched my cock in him when I unloaded, giving him every drop I had in my balls, which was substantial.

I would have filmed that for you, but I ran out of space on my camera when I was filming the above. No worries, I cleared off my camera weeks ago to make mucho space for pics and video.

He said he wanted another go-round but never responded to me. I guess he didn't necessarily want it from me.

Almost There

The catch-phrase of many a trick.

Usually it is in reference to texting when they are on the way to a sex event. No matter how far out they are, it's always 'almost there'.

It's the "I'll be there in 5 minutes" and 22 minutes later you're still waiting. Assuming they've never read Emily Post or Ms. Manners, learning how to tell time seems to be a struggle for them. These are usually the ones who also say they have 6.5" and actually have 4".

I blame the education system.

Age has a something to do with it, but learning to tell time and good manners span all age ranges. I've had guys who are two minutes away - to never show. I secretly hope they've been in a fatal car accident. Not that they're dead, but caused it and will spend years in prison  - and that's why I wasn't getting laid. Of course the irony in that is that they're someone's prison bitch and getting it way more often now.

Anyways............

He was 26. 6'2", 190, black, 8".

26 is on the young side for me, but he was a mile away and the 45 yo guy who said he'd be here wasn't. Oddly enough that guy did show when the black guy was supposed to, but since he wasn't there either, I sucked his 6.5".....ummmm.....4" dick off. Yeah, he's a contractor. I hope he measures twice and cuts once.

I made haste with the contractor. And the black kid showed up 25 minutes late. A mile away. And he drove. Slowest. Car. Ever.

His pic was more handsome than his actual being. His body not seemingly as tight. He talked about liking the age difference (great?). The interracial difference.  The top / bottom difference.

When his pants were opened, I was more than worried that he'd never make it to 6", let alone 8". But with some time and my velvet mouth, he got to 8".

And he was thick. I liked wrapping my mouth around his thick shaft.

Though we never discussed what he wanted (or myself, for that matter), he brought poppers and lube. Before long, I was willingly bending over my home office desk.

I'd say he eased up me, but he didn't. Being 26 doesn't mean his style trumps his horniness. It was a solid push to the hilt, but I took it.

Fuck did I take it.  For like 25 minutes.

He didn't really have great skills. Nothing bad, but just the basics. And for a younger guy, who can usually get off at the drop of a hat, let me point you back to that 25 minutes.

There were no slow downs. No breaks. No pulling out. Well....he did pull out only to plunge right back in - to the balls.

For the last 10 of those minutes, he was all about the "almost there".  Maybe he was edging himself and lost the mojo. Maybe he was as confused to how close he was in orgasm to how close he was to arriving at my house.

I don't mind a 25 minute fuck (honest!), but mentally you get skewed when you almost thing it is over and gearing up for his load................and it doesn't show.

But eventually, if you say it enough, it will happen. And he delivered a huge load to my guts. I was happy to take it. I could feel the warmth spreading - and that doesn't always happen.

When he pulled out, it was difficult to not notice he was still hard. And I pointed it out.

That's when he told me he had another load for me if I wanted it.

Without words, I bent over the desk again and he went in. All the way in.

It was another 10 minutes of pounding And yes, another 10 minutes of 'almost there'. Then a second load, added to the first.

No plans for another get together, but you know how guys in their '20s are.

Tease

I was running errands and was near a fairly cruisy park.

Now, I'll look, but won't touch in these places. At least anymore. The sting operations are too heavy and there's too much to lose - so it's look, maybe talk, perhaps follow someone back to their place or exchange info for a later time.

It was a grey day and more traffic than one would suspect, though it was finally above 40 degrees. I think guys had pre-Spring fever. And while it was busy, there was not much to "look" at - save one. And he came around a few times before parking not far from me.

His hair was trimmed short, to the same size length of his beard, but you could tell in a few years he'd be as follically challenged as I am now. But it would work for him. It was working for him now.

After polite chit-chat, it came down to what each other was looking for. He, for the most part, was a voyeur. He liked to watch. Well, I do like to be watched, but the park and in the cars was not the place for it. And just seeing each other's dicks is so middle school (not that I ever turn down a chance to look).

Even the talk about what we like to do wasn't salacious, just a chat from two automobiles. But if he was a hot looking voyeur, I wanted something to show him. So with his email in my possession, I sent him a shot or two - as I can be something of an exhibitionist.

Against better judgment, I let him walk over to the car and see "it" in real time, of course, I asked prior to if he was a cop. He claimed not to be. He liked what he saw, but he was a voyeur and not a toucher.

Back in his car, he mentioned that his dick was not as big as mine. He also said that his ass was his best part and guys liked to see that. And of course, he had a partner. Not that that ever stops anyone. It wasn't stopping him from cruising the park and looking at a stranger's cock.

Anyway, he lived close to me, though neither of us lived close to this park. I was running errands, he was killing time before meeting friends for dinner. We eventually parted ways, me heading home, him still having more time to "look around" before his meal.

About five minutes from home he messages me, his dinner date canceled on him. While he didn't say it, he was open to meeting for watching me jack off. Not my favorite thing to do, but I DO like to be watched. And I was hoping he might cave on more. So he came over.

With just his track pants pulled down, he sported a nice hard-on under his very very very wet briefs. He was a major major leaker. The light grey had turned mostly dark in the pouch - and the surrounding area. It was kind of hot. This is a man, if he fucked, wouldn't need lube. He WAS lube.

We stood in my kitchen, and he watched me grow. "Nice" was his word of choice. If he said it once, he said it 178 times. He didn't have an expansive vocabulary, but I wasn't looking for him to improve my SAT verbal scores either.

I had forgotten about his comment on his own ass, until he brought it up again and pulled down his trackies enough to show me it.

He was not lying. It was extremely nice. Bubble, but muscle. Meaty yet firm. I could dig my face in there for two or three hours. And I said so.

He responded that his most favorite things was to be rimmed. I said mine was to rim. I offered.....he refused.  ....because he has a boyfriend.

{go ahead, roll your eyes......I'm guessing I did}

But then he turned around and showed me again. Even spreading his cheeks so I could his his very very lightly hair covered hole.

Then he said, "see.......when I bend over....." and he did, right over the counter.

I got down on one knee to take a closer look {wink!} and he jumped back.

"I really can't.........I said I had a boyfriend".


TEASE.


A big fucking tease.

Yet he still stroked his dick, though just barely. He reached over and grabbed a paper towel and immediately squirted a load onto it.

I had told him before that I didn't have to suck it and he could come on my outstretched tongue - never actually touching each other.

But you know......he had a boyfriend.........and couldn't.


I guess he can text a guy and show up at his house. I guess he can cruise the parks and see exposed cocks. I guess he can flaunt his ass, knowing the reaction.

The guy's a tease.  Plain and simple.

Things Take a Turn

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IT Department

30yo professional here 8in cut tool and muscular build. Your [sic] a dirty little cum whore who needs put in his place, on your knees in front of my cock either send me your address or get your ass over to the corner of 1st and Main (streets made up to protect the location), I'm gonna fill your throat up nice and deep.


That was his reply to a craigslist ad I posted maybe 30 minutes prior. Yes, in the ad I put 'verbal and aggressive are a plus', but almost no one either reads for content or attempts to pull off those qualities.

He kind of hit the mark on the first outing.

I said I would be there at 12:00N and he said fine. He was at work, but had his own office where we could do this. Fuck yes.

Some might find that situation and setting daunting. I'm not one of those people. I mean, no longer will I meet anyone purposefully at a Home Depot restroom - as those are patrolled and I have desire to be busted.

A work office, to me, is different.

I got to his building and texted. He told me where to go and I did. After a little confusion on his direction, I made it there and I was not disappointed.

While he looked older than 30, he was certainly muscular and didn't quite fit the bill of the stereotypical IT guy.

This guy had dark curly hair, and almost a Mediterranean or Mid Eastern look about him. He was very sexy.

He had zero trepidation about doing this in his office. As soon as the second door was closed, his hands reached for his belt and zipper and his pants were down around his ankles. He was confident and sexy. It's like I had hit the fucking jackpot.

I also had no reservation about doing it there. So as soon as his belt was open, I was on my knees.

To say the meat was hefty would be an understatement. It was wide and thick and close to 8" - so he pretty much delivered what he promised.

We did start with him standing. His hands eventually finding my shoulders....and then my head. Both hands, actually, as he used my mouth for his pleasure.....his pace. He had excellent skills at face fucking - and we were both loving it.

I think he'd probably be a loud guy, but was unable to here. Actually, I think we could have been much louder and no one could have heard us, but then again, I don't have to work there.

He sat back on a high chair (but not quite a stool) and leaned back. There I licked the underside of the shaft and his balls.

The shaft really filled my mouth, though at that angle and with the upward curve of his dick, it was a little harder to get all the way to the base  - though I gave it my all.

As I worked lower, I heard him ask, "do you rim?".

My response was to tell him to move closer to the edge of the chair, which he gladly did. There, I took about 5-6 minutes to eat his fucking hot pucker. I made it and him feel fucking great. And let's face it, I LOVE eating a guy's shitter, so I was in heaven myself.

But I did have to get back to the cock. That was the ad. That was his response. That was his need. (though deep down I wanted him to pick me up, bend me over the desk and ram it home....but maybe another time.)

With him still reclined in the chair, I worked and worked at it. He was fucking my face too, which was admirable considering how we were positioned.

His load started to fill my mouth, but unlike most guys who let it throb and shoot, he fucked the entire time. He just used my mouth. I was swallowing one load and he kept fucking even after he was done.  Or I thought he was done.

He kept fucking for maybe 45 more seconds and goes, "here comes the second load" and there it was. Thicker and more plentiful than the first.

At least I think.

The first one he fucked down my throat in a way. This one, he finally stopped moving and blew his spunk into my open mouth. I felt it. I tasted it - and both were great.

He told me he'd be using me again, as we got put back together.

I hope he's not fucking with me.....because I want him to fuck with me.

Tradesman

He pulled up to the house in a pick-up. In the back where his tools. He was coming from some job site on the other side of town.

He had to come to this side so he'd be fairly sure no one would know him - or see him. Especially his wife - and what I was later to find out, nor his girlfriend.

I could see why he'd have both - along with a cocksucker. He oozed masculinity. He wasn't muscular, per se, but he was put together nicely.

5'9", 165 or so. Buzzed head, clean shaven and a 6.5" cock.  And the face was cute as hell.

Like a lot of trades guys, he smoked. His clothes and finger didn't smell it, but it coated me each and every time he exhaled, as he was looking down on me and breathing that way also. It was distracting at best. He wasn't a light smoker, apparently.

Still, there is something hot about blowing a real working man - and I won't lie, that he had a wife and girlfriend and still virile enough to needing more on the side a was plus.

He immediately sat down. I like for them to stand too, but he'd probably been standing all day long. His pants went to his ankles and there they stayed. I went to my knees, and there I stayed.

His cock started off way too small. Sure it was freezing out. Sure it could have been nerves too. But I still don't believe a cock is as advertised until it is fully hard.

Soon enough he came up to his advertised size. And the head was just great - one of those extremely smooth ones that my lips and tongue just love passing over time and time again. It's amazing how different those can feel - how each dick can feel and it is up to the cocksucker (me) to trace each one, to get to know it and gauge reactions to where I am on each guy.

And that is what I did for him.

While he liked my tongue work when I was down on his shaft, he really liked it more right under the head. He responded to that time and again.

Overall, he was fairly quiet. Now and then he'd compare what I was doing to his girlfriend (this is how I knew he had one). He said she sucked and swallowed, but not like me. She said she was good, but thought I did better.

Though I had my jeans on, I did reach down to grab my cock through the denim now and again. He told me not to do that, as that wasn't something he ever wanted to see.

I kind of chuckled to myself at this. I get he was uncomfortable at the possibility of seeing another man's cock, while he was having one suck his. But i get it.

After about 20 minutes, I finally asked if he wanted me to work him up and off or just wanted me to keep sucking. I was good either way, but I was deliberately keeping him from getting too close, as I was enjoying it too much.

He said he was good for a while. So I figured I could take my time.

And for a little while longer I did, but I must have gone past that tipping point without realizing it.

Rarely have I had my head gripped so tight. He was a powerful man who held me on his spasming cock - making sure I wasn't going to go anywhere, or at least anywhere that he didn't say so.

The load was massive and tasted good. As you know, that is not always the case. But I stayed on the cock - not that I had a choice - and took every drop, even though he was a bit sensitive. I wanted to have it all.

As he was getting dressed - or pants on - he asked if I got enough. I told him how big his load was and he told me he had gotten off the night before, fucking his girlfriend.

I'd like to try him when he hasn't gotten off for a few days.

But the deal was, I would not contact him again - and if he wanted a repeat, he would get a hold of me.

Let's hope.

Splatter

He answered my ad, asking guys to spray my throat, with this opener:

 "that mouth looks like a good little fuck hole. gotta warn you, I'm not into sitting back and getting my dick sucked. I'm gonna take full control of ur mouth, face and head. Slap my heavy dick down on ur face and tongue. Wipe my precum on your face and beard".


Ok ok, already - enough of the sweet talk. You had me at 'take full control of ur mouth'.


He gave me his address and I was on my way. Well, he gave me 'an' address - accidentally on purpose.

While he claims he mistyped it, the address he gave was miraculously right across the street, so he could see me and send me a message to 'turn around'. so he could wave me over. Let's face it - he was checking me out to see if I was acceptable. It was a dick move, but I was already there. Yeah - I know - I'm weak when it come to (not) getting cock.

33, 5'11", 180, 7.5". He said he was hairy, but it was so cold out, no clothes really came off - save my Carhartt coat.

The 'hood was questionable, the streets completely untouched for snow removal, but his house wasn't nearly as beat up inside as it looked from the exterior. And it had heat. Looking at some of these places, you'd wonder if they had anything but kerosene heaters.

As you'd imagine with his email intro, there was no fooling around. Immediately I was on my knees. He presented his lump under his sweats by making it bulge from the grip around his cock and balls. I nuzzled them. I licked the cotton. I completely worshipped the package in front of me.

Then it was just his briefs guarding his junk. He called me a 'pathetic cocksucker' as I paid attention to nothing but his encased dick.

Soon enough, it came out. It was nice.  7 - 7.5" Nice sized heft to it.

But when it came to degrading me - demeaning me, even - he had it down. He was a fucking natural at the way the words fell from his mouth and with the right inflection.

I was doing a great job on his cock - if I say so myself. But his talking didn't hurt matters at all.

"Choke on that dick......choke on that fucking dick"  

He took his tool and slapped me in the face with it, including on my eyes. He even commented on it: "right in your eye, dude.   you're a nasty bitch, a nasty motherfucker.  you love sucking dick"

When you're right, you're right.

I went down to lick his balls, which he loved, but at that time he started to stroke his cock to keep the momentum up. "That's your spit I'm jacking off with.The spit of a cocksucker." He reveled in saying shit like that.

He purposefully stuffed his cock head into the side of my mouth so he could see it bulging through the skin of my cheek. He fucking loved seeing that and made a few comments on that as well. He talked constantly, which turned me on constantly.

After a while, he got me off of my knees and sat me on his couch. Though that was too low for him, so he stood on the couch and had me lean back. He fucked my face and beat it with his slimy cock.

Then it was back to my knees. I knew he was holding off a bit. Edging himself and I was trying to help him with that, not really wanting this to end, but knowing it's a fine line of staying around too long.

He put me on my back, on the floor and did push-ups onto my mouth. I like those - and I don't. I like the aggression, but some guys don't know their own ability - or lack of - and there is nowhere for the cocksucker to go except into the floorboards.

He teetered on the edge of choking me with his cock for a while. Then he stood up directly over me.

With two strokes of his shaft, his load started to shoot - and pour - out.

Massive amounts of jizz.

At least half went directly in my open, waiting mouth. So what you see on my face is the rest. So I am not fibbing about how massive his load was.

Now, I took the pic, but you know I wasn't about to waste it. As I lay there, trying to reach his spooge with my tongue, and eventually trying to scoop it up with my fingers to feed myself - he told me it was time for me to go - NOW!.

I walked to my car with his cum on my face. No neighbors around to see that kind of detail, but the possibility existed, I suppose.

In the car, I wiped up the rest and ate it all, even as the subzero degree temps started to freeze it in place.  I got it all.

By the time I got home, he had sent and email:


"I will let u know if u can be of anymore use to me"


Not even signed off 'xoxo'.

Can you believe it?